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 Iraq and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Index,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.