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 South Africa and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.