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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.