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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.