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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.