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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.