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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.