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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.