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 Iraq and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Magazine,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.