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 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.