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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.