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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Arab on Radar to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.