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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.