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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 EPMD to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.