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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.