Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Can,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.