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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.