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 Azerbaijan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.