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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Neu!,
Nico,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Index,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.