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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Martian to the dance 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.