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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.