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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.