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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.