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 Ukraine 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Japan,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.