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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.