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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.