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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Can,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.