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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Television,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.