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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.