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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Section 25 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.