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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.