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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Slave,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.