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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Organ to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.