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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.