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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.