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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.