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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.