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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.