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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Index to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.