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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.