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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.