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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.