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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.