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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.