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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.