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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.