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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Quantec,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.