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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Skarface,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Can,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.