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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.