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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.