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 Serbia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.