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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
The Remains,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.