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 Malawi and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.