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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.