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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.