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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 güiro 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.