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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.