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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Mars,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.