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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Hashim,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.