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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.