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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.