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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.