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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.