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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The Moleskins 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Deepchord,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.