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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.