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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.