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 Austria and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Nico,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.