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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.