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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the grunge 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.