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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Qualms,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.