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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quando Quango to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Index,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.