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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.