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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.