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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Hashim to the grime 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.