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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.