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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.