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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.