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 Comoros and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.