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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.