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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
JFA,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.