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 Israel and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
MC5,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.