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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Model 500,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shoche,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.