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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.