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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.