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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.