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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Seeds 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.