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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
John Cale,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.