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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.