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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.