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 France and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.