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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.