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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.