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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 Manila and Toronto.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.