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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.