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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.