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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Index,
The Skatalites,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.