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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.