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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.