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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.