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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.