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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.