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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.