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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.