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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.