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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.