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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.