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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
John Cale,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.