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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
UT,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.