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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.