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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.