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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Chrome,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.