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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Monks to the grime 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.