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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.