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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Index,
Nas,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.