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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.