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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.