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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.