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 Mexico 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.