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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.