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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.