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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.