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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
MDC,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Lyres,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.