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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Dark Day,
Television,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.