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 China and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.