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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.