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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.