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 Dominican Republic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.