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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.