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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.