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 Iraq and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
The Remains,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.