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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Fear,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.