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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Monks 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.