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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.