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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.