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 Nepal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 New Christs 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.