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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.