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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.