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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Cale to the rap 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.