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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.