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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.