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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.