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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.