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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.