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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.