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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.