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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.