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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.