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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Qualms,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.