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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Can,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.