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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.