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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
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 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.