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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.