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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Japan,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.