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 United Kingdom and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.