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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Japan,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.