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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
ABBA,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.