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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.