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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.