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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.