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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.