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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.