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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.