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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.