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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zero Boys to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.