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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.