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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.