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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.