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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.