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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
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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.