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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Portland.
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 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 Loose Ends to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.