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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.