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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.