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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.