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 Haiti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Fall,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.