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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.