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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.