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 Namibia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.