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 China and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.