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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 Milan and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.