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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.