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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.