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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 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 John Foxx to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.