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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Niagra 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Q65,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.