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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.