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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.