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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.