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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.