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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.