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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.