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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.