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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.