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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.