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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.