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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.