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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.