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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Q65,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.