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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.