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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 guitar 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 Marmalade 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.