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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.