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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
CMW,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.