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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.