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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.