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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.