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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.