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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.