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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.