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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.