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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.