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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.