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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.