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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.