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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.