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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.