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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.