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 Sweden and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.