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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.