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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Gong,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.