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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
Zapp,
10cc,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.