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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.