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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.