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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.