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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.