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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.