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 Iceland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.