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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Altered Images,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.