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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.