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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Can,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.