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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.