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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.