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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.