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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Franke,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Television,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.