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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Visage,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
The Residents,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.