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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Nico,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.