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 Syria and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Monolake to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.