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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.