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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.