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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.