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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
the Association,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.