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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the techno 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Monks,
Hashim,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.