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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.