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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
the Association,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.