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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.