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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
MC5,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.