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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.