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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.