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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
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.