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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.