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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Young Rascals to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.