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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.