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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.