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 Turkey 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.