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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the dance 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.