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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.