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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.