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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.