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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.