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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.