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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.