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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.