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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.