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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.