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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Q65,
The Busters,
Can,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.