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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.