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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.