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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.