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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.