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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.