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 Nepal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.