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 Syria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.