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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.