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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Nas,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.