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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.