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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Main Source,
MDC,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.