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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Can,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.