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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.