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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.