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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.