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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Faust,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.