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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 kango's stein massive to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Lyres,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.