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 India and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.