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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Flipper,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.