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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.