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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.