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 Laos and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.