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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Rekid,
X-102,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.