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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.