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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.