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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.