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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Five Americans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.