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 Korea North and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Human League 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.