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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
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.