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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.