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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras 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?
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.