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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.