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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moss Icon to the jazz 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.