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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Swans,
Neu!,
Audionom,
AZ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.