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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.