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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 organ 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.