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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.