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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.