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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.