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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.