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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.