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 Malaysia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.