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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.