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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.