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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Black Dice 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.