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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.