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 Barbados and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.