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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Move,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.