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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.