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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.