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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.