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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.