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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
The Kinks,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.