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 London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.