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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.