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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.