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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Ituana to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.