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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.