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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Chris Corsano to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.