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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.