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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.