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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Pole,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.