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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
MDC,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Flipper,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.