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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.