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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.