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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Ponytail,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.