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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Can,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.