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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.