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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.