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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.