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 El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.