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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
The Move,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.