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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
The Kinks,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
AZ,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.