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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
The Victims,
cv313,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Japan,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.