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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia 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?
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.