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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.