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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Crime,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.