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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
MDC,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.