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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
MC5,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Ossler,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.