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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.