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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.