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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.