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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.