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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.