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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.