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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Niagra,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.