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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.