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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Qualms to the rock 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.