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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.