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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
the Germs,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.