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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Gong,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.