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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.