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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Scion,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.