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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.