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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.