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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.