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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Camouflage 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.