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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.