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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.