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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.