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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
The Associates,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.