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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.