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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.