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 Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.