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 Congo and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
DNA,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.