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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.