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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.