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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.