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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.