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 Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.