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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.