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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 marimba 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.