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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.