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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rakim to the disco 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.