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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.