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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.