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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints 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 Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.