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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.