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 Austria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.