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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.