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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
Q65,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.