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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.