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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.