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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
10cc,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.