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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
The Doors,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.