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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.