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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.