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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Brick,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.