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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
UT,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.