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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.