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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.