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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.