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 Syria and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Loose Ends to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.