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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.