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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.