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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.