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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 KRS-One 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.