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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
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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.