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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
CMW,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.