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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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?
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.