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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Intrusion to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.