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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.