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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.