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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.