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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.