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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
UT,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.