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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Technova,
MDC,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.