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 Kuwait and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.