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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Television,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.