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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.