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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.