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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.