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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.