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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
DNA,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.