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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Crime,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.