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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.