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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.