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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.