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 Syria and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.