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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Organ,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.