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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Mars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.