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 Korea South and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.