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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Crooked Eye,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.