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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
The Count Five,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.