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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Livin' Joy to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
The Standells,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.