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 China and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.