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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.