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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.