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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.