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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
AZ,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.