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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.