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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.