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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.