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 Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rapeman,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.