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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida 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 rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Television,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Japan,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.