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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.