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 Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.