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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.