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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Technova,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.