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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Lyres,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.