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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 808 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Cluster,
CMW,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.