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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.