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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.