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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.