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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Skaos,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.