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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.