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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Scion to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.