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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
ABBA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.