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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
X-102,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.