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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.