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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Prince Buster 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.