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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gong to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.