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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.