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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
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.