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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.