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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Can,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.