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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.