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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 güiro 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 Whodini 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.