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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Model 500,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.