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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
The Saints,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.