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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.