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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.