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 China and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.