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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Index,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.