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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Skaos to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Royal Trux,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.