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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
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 rhodes 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.