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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.