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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Television,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.