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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.