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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.