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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
cv313,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.