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 Nepal 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Patti Smith,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.