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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.