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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.