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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.