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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.