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 Malawi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.