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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.