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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.