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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Zapp,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.