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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.