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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Mars,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.