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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.