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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.