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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Model 500,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
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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.