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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.