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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
UT,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Gong,
Urselle,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.