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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.