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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
The Wake,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.