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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gong,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.