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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.