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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.