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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.