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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.