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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash 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?
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
The Busters,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.