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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Main Source,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.