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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Scion,
Flipper,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.