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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the grime 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains 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?
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.