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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.