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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
UT,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.