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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.