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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Sparks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Roxette,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.