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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.