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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.