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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.