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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.