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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.