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 the UAE and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.