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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.