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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.